Prologue

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???'s POV

"Screw you. Screw all of you. Every single one of you will regret the damn day you found me and began your shitty mutation experiments. I hope you enjoy hell."

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???'s POV

I want out... I want out of this life. I hate it! I can't take it anymore! I'm sick of this! I can't do it! Please, I'll do whatever it takes to make up for what I've done, just let someone help me. Please...

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???'s POV

"Another day, another night of thinking..." I sighed, poking at my dinner. "I've got everything I've ever dreamed of having, yet... something's still missing... what is it? Why do I feel like there's this rift in my chest that I can't fill? What is it? Can I fix it?



I hope I can because....  I don't know how much more of this I can take..."

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Pain comes in many forms.
For some, it's physical.
Others, it's mental.
Regardless of the type, it hurts.

But sharing the wounds isn't something that comes easy.
Pride.
Ego.
Fear.
Anger.
Regret.
Hope.

Every one of these things gets in the way of healing. Healing the open wounds and creating scars instead.
The question that's left: how?

How can you heal what doesn't want to be healed?

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